i am nothing but a miserable patch on this wild clockwork of sadness called life, begging for my redemption, waiting for that final slash, for that fatal twist.

the moon shines no more.
dark and condescending clouds of misery shrouds the eye of the Seer.
he bends lest he breaks.
with glassed eyes he slashes the darkness, hoping to strike someone, anyone, anything, just to feed his hunger, the cognition of his pathetic existence.

i am nothing.

i wish it rains forever.

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Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage...
You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path.
Disclaimer :
These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia.
Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.